*Kyle*
I feel Tess pulling lightly on our joined hands. Slowly I look up at her. Her touch had seemed gentle, even inviting. Still, I'm a little bit afraid to look into her eyes. Afraid that she'll hate me now, or that she'll be afraid of me.
Bracing myself, I manage to look into her face. What I see there makes me bite my lip. She looks concerned, but not for her own safety, but for me.
I take a breath and say, "I'm so sorry, Tess. I didn't know..."
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~*TESS*~
When Kyle looks up at me his fear is evident. I'm a little confused about why he would be afraid, and I'm worried about how he is taking this. It isn't until after he speaks that I understand his fear though.
I'm so sorry, Tess. I didn't know... his regret and sadness are so permeable that I can't help it, the tears just start to roll down my face again and I hug him tightly, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Oh Kyle. You couldn't know. None of us did. It's not your fault. We love you anyway." The words just tumble out of my mouth and I'm getting his shirt wet. I want to pick him up and take him away someplace safe and at the same time I wish he would do the same for me. He's been my best friend for a long time now and I just want to make all the pain go away, but I don't know how. He presses his cheek to the top of my head, and I feel a few warm drops hit my cheek as well. We just hold each other close, rocking lightly and taking comfort in the other. Eventually I whisper "We'll fix it. We'll fix it. I don't know how, but it'll be ok. Max and Maria and I, we'll make it ok. I promise. Please don't be sad Kyle."
When Kyle looks up at me his fear is evident. I'm a little confused about why he would be afraid, and I'm worried about how he is taking this. It isn't until after he speaks that I understand his fear though.
I'm so sorry, Tess. I didn't know... his regret and sadness are so permeable that I can't help it, the tears just start to roll down my face again and I hug him tightly, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Oh Kyle. You couldn't know. None of us did. It's not your fault. We love you anyway." The words just tumble out of my mouth and I'm getting his shirt wet. I want to pick him up and take him away someplace safe and at the same time I wish he would do the same for me. He's been my best friend for a long time now and I just want to make all the pain go away, but I don't know how. He presses his cheek to the top of my head, and I feel a few warm drops hit my cheek as well. We just hold each other close, rocking lightly and taking comfort in the other. Eventually I whisper "We'll fix it. We'll fix it. I don't know how, but it'll be ok. Max and Maria and I, we'll make it ok. I promise. Please don't be sad Kyle."
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~Isabel~
I feel myself lifted in strong arms and I know without opening my eyes that it was Adam that picked me up. Adam, always the protective cousin. I vaguely hear him comment about what I'd done and try to open my eyes. All I succeed in doing is causing my eyes to blink rapidly. I feel myself shaking, weakness in my limbs and realize why dad had always stated that safety for the body was important during a 'traveling.'
I vaguely become aware of a hand on my face and another laying just below my neck on my upper chest. I blink, fighting against the exhaustion that threatened to pull me under. "Isabel? Can you hear me? Please look at me," hearing Max I slowly shift my head to face him. "That's good. Look at me." His voice is nice, it's calming yet commanding in a way.
I find my eyes remaining open just enough to meet his and watch as he seems to do something. I'm not quite certain how to explain what he does, or what happens. Yet, it's almost as though his aura swirls and connects with mine and slowly I can feel my energy returning.
I am not the empath of the family, but as I glance in his eyes I can almost see some sense of understanding, yet I'm not sure why.
After several moments, his hands move away from me and he simply looks at me. It takes a moment before I blink once, feeling much better.
"How do you feel?" Max asks and I have to take a moment and internally decide just how I did feel.
"Better, thank you Max." I finally respond and look at Adam, I can see he's still not happy but at least he's not tense. Glancing back at Max, I give him a smile as I slowly move into a sitting position. "I don't know quite what you did, but I do feel better now." Glancing around the room, I saw a variety of expressions and shake my head realizing that many seemed upset for some reason that I didn't think was just Michael.
"Is there anything that anyone can tell me that I missed?" I asked, wondering whether after I collapsed something had happened and I just hadn't been lucid enough to realize what it could have been.
I feel myself lifted in strong arms and I know without opening my eyes that it was Adam that picked me up. Adam, always the protective cousin. I vaguely hear him comment about what I'd done and try to open my eyes. All I succeed in doing is causing my eyes to blink rapidly. I feel myself shaking, weakness in my limbs and realize why dad had always stated that safety for the body was important during a 'traveling.'
I vaguely become aware of a hand on my face and another laying just below my neck on my upper chest. I blink, fighting against the exhaustion that threatened to pull me under. "Isabel? Can you hear me? Please look at me," hearing Max I slowly shift my head to face him. "That's good. Look at me." His voice is nice, it's calming yet commanding in a way.
I find my eyes remaining open just enough to meet his and watch as he seems to do something. I'm not quite certain how to explain what he does, or what happens. Yet, it's almost as though his aura swirls and connects with mine and slowly I can feel my energy returning.
I am not the empath of the family, but as I glance in his eyes I can almost see some sense of understanding, yet I'm not sure why.
After several moments, his hands move away from me and he simply looks at me. It takes a moment before I blink once, feeling much better.
"How do you feel?" Max asks and I have to take a moment and internally decide just how I did feel.
"Better, thank you Max." I finally respond and look at Adam, I can see he's still not happy but at least he's not tense. Glancing back at Max, I give him a smile as I slowly move into a sitting position. "I don't know quite what you did, but I do feel better now." Glancing around the room, I saw a variety of expressions and shake my head realizing that many seemed upset for some reason that I didn't think was just Michael.
"Is there anything that anyone can tell me that I missed?" I asked, wondering whether after I collapsed something had happened and I just hadn't been lucid enough to realize what it could have been.
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*Kyle*
I can't beleive that after seeing that, Tess is trying to comfort me. She's the one who has a right to be scared. She's the one who should be trying to get away, from my dad, from me...
I can't believe I'm in this position. I can't let anything happen to my friends -- but what if protecting them means my father gets hurt?
Mentally, I shake my head. I know what I have to do. Tess and the others have done nothing to hurt anyone. All they've ever done is try to help people. Dad is hurting people and enjoying it. Maybe he thinks he protecting the planet, but he's the one who always taught me to evaluate a situation before making a decision. It's clear he only met Michael today. What could possibly make him think Michael is a threat? Did Michael attack him? I wish I knew. I wonder if there's any way to convince him of the truth about my friends...
"I'm not going to let him hurt you, Tess. I won't," I promise her. I don't know how I'll keep that promise, but I'd rather die than see him hurt her.
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*Max*
I glad to see Isabel blink and get up. She does look a lot better. She looks around and asks the question that I'm sure is in the mind of all the Donovans. "Is there anything that anyone can tell me that I missed?"
I nod, knowing that they have to be told something. "That man that we saw in the images? The one who was hurting Michael?" I ask. Isabel and Adam both nod slightly, their expressions hard and tight with anger at the sheriff. I see that Liz and Cameron are also watching me closely, listening for my explanation. "We know who he is," I say.
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I can't beleive that after seeing that, Tess is trying to comfort me. She's the one who has a right to be scared. She's the one who should be trying to get away, from my dad, from me...
I can't believe I'm in this position. I can't let anything happen to my friends -- but what if protecting them means my father gets hurt?
Mentally, I shake my head. I know what I have to do. Tess and the others have done nothing to hurt anyone. All they've ever done is try to help people. Dad is hurting people and enjoying it. Maybe he thinks he protecting the planet, but he's the one who always taught me to evaluate a situation before making a decision. It's clear he only met Michael today. What could possibly make him think Michael is a threat? Did Michael attack him? I wish I knew. I wonder if there's any way to convince him of the truth about my friends...
"I'm not going to let him hurt you, Tess. I won't," I promise her. I don't know how I'll keep that promise, but I'd rather die than see him hurt her.
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*Max*
I glad to see Isabel blink and get up. She does look a lot better. She looks around and asks the question that I'm sure is in the mind of all the Donovans. "Is there anything that anyone can tell me that I missed?"
I nod, knowing that they have to be told something. "That man that we saw in the images? The one who was hurting Michael?" I ask. Isabel and Adam both nod slightly, their expressions hard and tight with anger at the sheriff. I see that Liz and Cameron are also watching me closely, listening for my explanation. "We know who he is," I say.
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~Isabel~
"That man that we saw in the images? The one who was hurting Michael?" Max asks, leading the answer to my question. I share a look with Adam before turning back to nod. I force myself not to let my anger be released, knowing Liz was near and my emotions when released completely were known for overwhelming her more then most. Though I was certain my expression revealed my anger nonetheless, just the energy of that emotion was held back.
"We know who he is," Max finally says and I feel myself clench my fists.
"Who?" Adam asks, the anger in his voice obvious. "Who is the bastard?"
"Adam," I warn softly as I feel the heat in the room begin to rise and the air stirs rapidly. His eyes meet mine and I watch him sigh before both heat and air calm.
"Sorry." He mutters.
I shake my head, "I know you are frustrated about not being able to stop me from doing what I did and angry at how Michael is being treated, but you have to remember we have people here that don't have the same form of protection from magic as we do. Nor do they need to end up freaked out by a tantrum."
"I said Sorry, Isabel Mir.." I glared at him, halting him before he had the chance to say my entire name. Not that I didn't like my middle name, but I just chose not to go having complete strangers know it. Despite the fact that these people were trying to help, they were still strangers. Though, I have to say Liz sure has set her sights on a cute one, even though I'm certain she hasn't realized the depth of her interest as of yet.
I can almost hear Da if he knew that I'd looked in the crystal before Michael was taken this morning. Before I'd gone and become bait. I thought to myself before I sighed and shifted a bit until I was on my knees in order to prepare to stand. As I do so, I glance at Max. "Who is it that has Michael, Max? How do you all know him?" Then she motions to Kyle, having noticed only slightly as she was shifting about to get to her knees that he looked upset, "What's effecting him the strongest?" She knew that there was more then one question.. but she felt the easiest thing was to get as many answers as possible.
"That man that we saw in the images? The one who was hurting Michael?" Max asks, leading the answer to my question. I share a look with Adam before turning back to nod. I force myself not to let my anger be released, knowing Liz was near and my emotions when released completely were known for overwhelming her more then most. Though I was certain my expression revealed my anger nonetheless, just the energy of that emotion was held back.
"We know who he is," Max finally says and I feel myself clench my fists.
"Who?" Adam asks, the anger in his voice obvious. "Who is the bastard?"
"Adam," I warn softly as I feel the heat in the room begin to rise and the air stirs rapidly. His eyes meet mine and I watch him sigh before both heat and air calm.
"Sorry." He mutters.
I shake my head, "I know you are frustrated about not being able to stop me from doing what I did and angry at how Michael is being treated, but you have to remember we have people here that don't have the same form of protection from magic as we do. Nor do they need to end up freaked out by a tantrum."
"I said Sorry, Isabel Mir.." I glared at him, halting him before he had the chance to say my entire name. Not that I didn't like my middle name, but I just chose not to go having complete strangers know it. Despite the fact that these people were trying to help, they were still strangers. Though, I have to say Liz sure has set her sights on a cute one, even though I'm certain she hasn't realized the depth of her interest as of yet.
I can almost hear Da if he knew that I'd looked in the crystal before Michael was taken this morning. Before I'd gone and become bait. I thought to myself before I sighed and shifted a bit until I was on my knees in order to prepare to stand. As I do so, I glance at Max. "Who is it that has Michael, Max? How do you all know him?" Then she motions to Kyle, having noticed only slightly as she was shifting about to get to her knees that he looked upset, "What's effecting him the strongest?" She knew that there was more then one question.. but she felt the easiest thing was to get as many answers as possible.
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*Kyle*
I bite my lip as Max starts to explain about my dad. He sounds cautious and almost embarrassed, as he gives out the barest bit of information first.
"Who? Who is the bastard?" Adam says.
Bastard. The word makes me flinch, but it's not as if I was thinking things nearly as bad. How could my own father be like that?
Adam and Isabel exchange words about controlling their temper, but I'm barely listening, still lost in my jumbled feelings about all this. I get to my feet and Tess rises with me, still holding me as firmly as I'm holding her...
"Who is it that has Michael, Max? How do you all know him?" Isabel asks. Then she looks at me, and I can almost feel her eyes looking right through my skin. What is she seeing? "What's effecting him the strongest?"
There's a pause when everyone is silent, waiting. Max hesitates, still looking at me and then he speaks. "He's --"
I shake my head and Max stops, watching me. This is not something I want him to tell them. I straighten my shoulders, looking at Isabel. My voice is strong and steady, if not loud. "He's my father."
I bite my lip as Max starts to explain about my dad. He sounds cautious and almost embarrassed, as he gives out the barest bit of information first.
"Who? Who is the bastard?" Adam says.
Bastard. The word makes me flinch, but it's not as if I was thinking things nearly as bad. How could my own father be like that?
Adam and Isabel exchange words about controlling their temper, but I'm barely listening, still lost in my jumbled feelings about all this. I get to my feet and Tess rises with me, still holding me as firmly as I'm holding her...
"Who is it that has Michael, Max? How do you all know him?" Isabel asks. Then she looks at me, and I can almost feel her eyes looking right through my skin. What is she seeing? "What's effecting him the strongest?"
There's a pause when everyone is silent, waiting. Max hesitates, still looking at me and then he speaks. "He's --"
I shake my head and Max stops, watching me. This is not something I want him to tell them. I straighten my shoulders, looking at Isabel. My voice is strong and steady, if not loud. "He's my father."
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~Adam~
I'm tense, trying not to let my feelings get out of control while I wait for someone to answer my cousin's question about who this guy is. Max seems to start but is interrupted by a look from Kyle, "He's.."
I glance between Kyle and Max a moment before Kyle drops the bomb, "He's my father."
I step forward, then stop. What am I thinking? I glance over at Isabel again and speak telepathically, directing my thoughts only toward her as to keep from upsetting Liz or Cam. Maybe we could hold Kyle and trade him for Michael..
No, Adam. That isn't our way. What ye send forth comes back to thee, so ever mind....
The Rule of Three.. I know I know. Still, we have to do something.
We will, Adam. We will. All of us. Kyle's hurting, it's easy to see that. He didn't know. We have to trust that we can rescue Michael without resorting to things that could have negative effects.
Isabel.. I don't see how.
"Enough!" Isabel says aloud, glaring at me and I can see the wolf looking out through her eyes at me. Then her gaze softens as she turns to look at Kyle and walk to him. She reaches out a hand, placing it on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kyle. There's a chance that he's being manipulated into feeling and doing things that wouldn't be him normally."
"I don't understand, how could he be so close to Max and these others and not get them, but he got Michael?" Cameron questions, her voice low and filled with the pain and anger that I knew the rest of us felt.
Isabel speaks before I can admit I'm not sure. "It's my fault.. or ours. We're open, for the most part, about being witches back home. Everyone knows that our family can do unnatural things. Maybe he heard about our powers and thought that we were the aliens he was looking for, but after researching he learned that our families have been doing magic like ours for generations, yet Michael's past couldn't be traced the same."
Isabel looks around the room, mainly at those of us related and Serena. "We practiced at times and Michael practiced his powers. Maybe there were people watching. All I know.... is that his capture was my fault. I was the bait... and I think that this time I should be the bait in a different way."
"No!" I exclaim as she suggests this, already having a feeling I know where this is going. "No, we'll find another way. Maybe we could get Donovan and the others involved in this rescue..."
"No, Adam. I'm already hating that all of you are at risk. I'm not risking your brothers and sisters. I would have rather handled this on my own." Isabel responds and I bite back a reply. She's right, it wouldn't be good to risk the older kids. Donovan's temper is actually worse then mine when people he cares bout are in danger.
I'm tense, trying not to let my feelings get out of control while I wait for someone to answer my cousin's question about who this guy is. Max seems to start but is interrupted by a look from Kyle, "He's.."
I glance between Kyle and Max a moment before Kyle drops the bomb, "He's my father."
I step forward, then stop. What am I thinking? I glance over at Isabel again and speak telepathically, directing my thoughts only toward her as to keep from upsetting Liz or Cam. Maybe we could hold Kyle and trade him for Michael..
No, Adam. That isn't our way. What ye send forth comes back to thee, so ever mind....
The Rule of Three.. I know I know. Still, we have to do something.
We will, Adam. We will. All of us. Kyle's hurting, it's easy to see that. He didn't know. We have to trust that we can rescue Michael without resorting to things that could have negative effects.
Isabel.. I don't see how.
"Enough!" Isabel says aloud, glaring at me and I can see the wolf looking out through her eyes at me. Then her gaze softens as she turns to look at Kyle and walk to him. She reaches out a hand, placing it on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kyle. There's a chance that he's being manipulated into feeling and doing things that wouldn't be him normally."
"I don't understand, how could he be so close to Max and these others and not get them, but he got Michael?" Cameron questions, her voice low and filled with the pain and anger that I knew the rest of us felt.
Isabel speaks before I can admit I'm not sure. "It's my fault.. or ours. We're open, for the most part, about being witches back home. Everyone knows that our family can do unnatural things. Maybe he heard about our powers and thought that we were the aliens he was looking for, but after researching he learned that our families have been doing magic like ours for generations, yet Michael's past couldn't be traced the same."
Isabel looks around the room, mainly at those of us related and Serena. "We practiced at times and Michael practiced his powers. Maybe there were people watching. All I know.... is that his capture was my fault. I was the bait... and I think that this time I should be the bait in a different way."
"No!" I exclaim as she suggests this, already having a feeling I know where this is going. "No, we'll find another way. Maybe we could get Donovan and the others involved in this rescue..."
"No, Adam. I'm already hating that all of you are at risk. I'm not risking your brothers and sisters. I would have rather handled this on my own." Isabel responds and I bite back a reply. She's right, it wouldn't be good to risk the older kids. Donovan's temper is actually worse then mine when people he cares bout are in danger.
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*Kyle*
I wait for the reaction to what I said, but for a long moment, nobody makes a sound. Then suddenly Isabel shouts, "Enough!" Everyone gives a little jump at that. -- Well, almost everyone. She turns to me and for a moment, I'm afraid she's going to yell at me, too, but she doesn't. "I'm sorry, Kyle. There's a chance that he's being manipulated into feeling and doing things that wouldn't be him normally."
Her understanding throws me off. I still feel I need to apologise. This was their friend. "I never would have thought he'd be capable of that," I say. All those times they were over at our house... Dad even took Max with us when we went to see the Athletics play in Pheonix last summer. "My grandfather was an alien fanatic, but my dad never talked about it at all except when he was calling Grandpa obsessed. I didn't even think he believed in aliens..." I can't explain it. My dad was always so derisive about Grandpa's alien-hunting. How could he be the same, or worse? Was it all an act?
"I don't understand, how could he be so close to Max and these others and not get them, but he got Michael?" Cameron asks.
"We've been careful," Max answers. "We don't let anyone know, except Kyle and Alex, not even our parents. Although we've always been extra careful about the Sheriff." I can see him pinching his lips together.
I lose track of what the Donovans are saying for a moment. Something about how Michael might have been exposed as an alien. I don't really see why that's important right now, the important thing it to get him out of there -- and to do it without putting Tess and the others in danger, too...
"...All I know.... is that his capture was my fault. I was the bait... and I think that this time I should be the bait in a different way." She says. Adam objects right away, echoing my thoughts. We don't need to put anyone in danger. But Isabel is insistant. "No, Adam. I'm already hating that all of you are at risk. I'm not risking your brothers and sisters. I would have rather handled this on my own."
"Why would we need to to anything like that?" Max asks. "We know where he is. Between your magic and our powers, we should be able to get him out. And we have Trevor coming, too. Maybe we can wait until the Sheriff leaves and then go in disguise."
I wait for the reaction to what I said, but for a long moment, nobody makes a sound. Then suddenly Isabel shouts, "Enough!" Everyone gives a little jump at that. -- Well, almost everyone. She turns to me and for a moment, I'm afraid she's going to yell at me, too, but she doesn't. "I'm sorry, Kyle. There's a chance that he's being manipulated into feeling and doing things that wouldn't be him normally."
Her understanding throws me off. I still feel I need to apologise. This was their friend. "I never would have thought he'd be capable of that," I say. All those times they were over at our house... Dad even took Max with us when we went to see the Athletics play in Pheonix last summer. "My grandfather was an alien fanatic, but my dad never talked about it at all except when he was calling Grandpa obsessed. I didn't even think he believed in aliens..." I can't explain it. My dad was always so derisive about Grandpa's alien-hunting. How could he be the same, or worse? Was it all an act?
"I don't understand, how could he be so close to Max and these others and not get them, but he got Michael?" Cameron asks.
"We've been careful," Max answers. "We don't let anyone know, except Kyle and Alex, not even our parents. Although we've always been extra careful about the Sheriff." I can see him pinching his lips together.
I lose track of what the Donovans are saying for a moment. Something about how Michael might have been exposed as an alien. I don't really see why that's important right now, the important thing it to get him out of there -- and to do it without putting Tess and the others in danger, too...
"...All I know.... is that his capture was my fault. I was the bait... and I think that this time I should be the bait in a different way." She says. Adam objects right away, echoing my thoughts. We don't need to put anyone in danger. But Isabel is insistant. "No, Adam. I'm already hating that all of you are at risk. I'm not risking your brothers and sisters. I would have rather handled this on my own."
"Why would we need to to anything like that?" Max asks. "We know where he is. Between your magic and our powers, we should be able to get him out. And we have Trevor coming, too. Maybe we can wait until the Sheriff leaves and then go in disguise."
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~Isabel~
I can tell Kyle is surprised by my comment, still he spoke in an apologetic tone, "I never would have thought he'd be capable of that." There was a slight pause and I wondered what he was thinking even as I knew it was better I not interrupt him, let him have his say. "My grandfather was an alien fanatic, but my dad never talked about it at all except when he was calling Grandpa obsessed. I didn't even think he believed in aliens..."
"I don't understand, how could he be so close to Max and these others and not get them, but he got Michael?" Cameron asks.
"We've been careful," Max answers. "We don't let anyone know, except Kyle and Alex, not even our parents. Although we've always been extra careful about the Sheriff."
"It's my fault.. or ours. We're open, for the most part, about being witches back home. Everyone knows that our family can do unnatural things. Maybe he heard about our powers and thought that we were the aliens he was looking for, but after researching he learned that our families have been doing magic like ours for generations, yet Michael's past couldn't be traced the same." I reply, knowing that there are some that are going to need me to explain.
"We practiced at times and Michael practiced his powers. Maybe there were people watching. All I know.... is that his capture was my fault. I was the bait... and I think that this time I should be the bait in a different way."
"No!" Adam exclaims, "No, we'll find another way. Maybe we could get Donovan and the others involved in this rescue..."
"No, Adam. I'm already hating that all of you are at risk. I'm not risking your brothers and sisters. I would have rather handled this on my own." I reply, my determination grim and serious. I was not willing to risk the others. I was the one captured, Cam would have been safe away from me, Michael would have been safe without me.
"Why would we need to to anything like that?" I hear Max ask and turn to look at him. "We know where he is. Between your magic and our powers, we should be able to get him out. And we have Trevor coming, too. Maybe we can wait until the Sheriff leaves and then go in disguise."
"It could be dangerous. We don't know what they have down there." I begin and glance at Adam, "Do you think glamour would work well enough?"
Adam shrugs, "Mom could answer that better then I can and you know that all we have to do is ask and the family would join together to strengthen the family bond. Not to mention, the elements have to become one."
I shake my head, not willing to think about the fulfillment of a legend that was part of our families past. "We'll think about that after Michael's safe." I say simply before glancing around.
"Alright, we need to think of a solid plan before I will even agree to anything, and I need to know how many of you would be planning to go in there?" I question.
Adam of course looks at me and responds, "I'm going, no matter what."
I can tell Kyle is surprised by my comment, still he spoke in an apologetic tone, "I never would have thought he'd be capable of that." There was a slight pause and I wondered what he was thinking even as I knew it was better I not interrupt him, let him have his say. "My grandfather was an alien fanatic, but my dad never talked about it at all except when he was calling Grandpa obsessed. I didn't even think he believed in aliens..."
"I don't understand, how could he be so close to Max and these others and not get them, but he got Michael?" Cameron asks.
"We've been careful," Max answers. "We don't let anyone know, except Kyle and Alex, not even our parents. Although we've always been extra careful about the Sheriff."
"It's my fault.. or ours. We're open, for the most part, about being witches back home. Everyone knows that our family can do unnatural things. Maybe he heard about our powers and thought that we were the aliens he was looking for, but after researching he learned that our families have been doing magic like ours for generations, yet Michael's past couldn't be traced the same." I reply, knowing that there are some that are going to need me to explain.
"We practiced at times and Michael practiced his powers. Maybe there were people watching. All I know.... is that his capture was my fault. I was the bait... and I think that this time I should be the bait in a different way."
"No!" Adam exclaims, "No, we'll find another way. Maybe we could get Donovan and the others involved in this rescue..."
"No, Adam. I'm already hating that all of you are at risk. I'm not risking your brothers and sisters. I would have rather handled this on my own." I reply, my determination grim and serious. I was not willing to risk the others. I was the one captured, Cam would have been safe away from me, Michael would have been safe without me.
"Why would we need to to anything like that?" I hear Max ask and turn to look at him. "We know where he is. Between your magic and our powers, we should be able to get him out. And we have Trevor coming, too. Maybe we can wait until the Sheriff leaves and then go in disguise."
"It could be dangerous. We don't know what they have down there." I begin and glance at Adam, "Do you think glamour would work well enough?"
Adam shrugs, "Mom could answer that better then I can and you know that all we have to do is ask and the family would join together to strengthen the family bond. Not to mention, the elements have to become one."
I shake my head, not willing to think about the fulfillment of a legend that was part of our families past. "We'll think about that after Michael's safe." I say simply before glancing around.
"Alright, we need to think of a solid plan before I will even agree to anything, and I need to know how many of you would be planning to go in there?" I question.
Adam of course looks at me and responds, "I'm going, no matter what."
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*Max*
"Me, too," I say as Adam volunteers to be on the rescue team. "And we could use Tess. She could hide us," I say, thinking of her mindwarping powers but not sure how to explain that. I glance at her, hoping that she'll be willing to come along.
"Kyle should probably stay, unless we know for sure his dad is home," I add. "If the sheriff saw him, it would be bad."
"Are you sure?" Kyle says. His words are a question, but his tone is one of disagreement, not inquiry. "If it went bad and I were there, I might be able to convince him to let us go."
I shake my head. I'm sure his dad would let Kyle go, but the rest of us would still be sunk. "Sure, and he might just be convinced that we'd forced you or brainwashed you or something, making it worse."
"Me, too," I say as Adam volunteers to be on the rescue team. "And we could use Tess. She could hide us," I say, thinking of her mindwarping powers but not sure how to explain that. I glance at her, hoping that she'll be willing to come along.
"Kyle should probably stay, unless we know for sure his dad is home," I add. "If the sheriff saw him, it would be bad."
"Are you sure?" Kyle says. His words are a question, but his tone is one of disagreement, not inquiry. "If it went bad and I were there, I might be able to convince him to let us go."
I shake my head. I'm sure his dad would let Kyle go, but the rest of us would still be sunk. "Sure, and he might just be convinced that we'd forced you or brainwashed you or something, making it worse."